A Favor Unfulfilled

You're calling for a Saviour
Reaching out for the Divine
You say you're owed a favor
For suffering is so unkind
And all you've known is hell
A favor, you ask, for all they've done
For how you always fell
How you've never met the sun
It's all their fault, you scream
That demons live in your head
That you're afraid to dream
That your soul has been struck dead
So you rage against the Saviours
And scream at the Divine
"Death is the easiest of all favors,
Yet still cannot be mine!"